When the day sleeps,
do you still think of me?
When the moon rises,
can you see my face?
Is it my voice that so vividly
occupies your dreams?
I look to the stars for clarity
but the sable skies block
your glistening eyes.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
When the day sleeps,
do you still think of me?
When the moon rises,
can you see my face?
Is it my voice that so vividly
occupies your dreams?
I look to the stars for clarity
but the sable skies block
your glistening eyes.
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